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After her midnight meeting with Draco, Varina was getting a lot more post. Fortunately for her, nobody seemed to notice the sudden increase in letters she received, but if they had, awkward questions could have ensued. For the source of all these letters, was a certain Slytherin. This was their way of arranging when and where they should meet. Draco would send Varina a note, with a suggested time and place, and if Varina was able to go along with it, she would indicate it to Draco by taking a sip from her goblet. Varina knew it was a silly, immature method of communication. It was like something a five-year old would do; secret codes and messages.

Varina found her secret relationship with Draco exciting. At least, most of the time she did. For Varina soon realised that keeping her and Draco a secret was going to be harder than she had first believed. She was constantly on edge, jumping at the slightest noise, paranoid that people knew the nature of the letters she was now receiving. During school hours, she and Draco would act like mere acquaintances; exchanging pleasantries and occasionally engaging in small talk. It drove Varina crazy not being able to be near Draco all the time. And it was probably this that made the little time they did get together so precious.

They had, as on that first night, been meeting in the common room, when everyone had gone to bed. Sometimes they would stay there, others they would sneak up to the Astronomy tower, and a few times they even went out into the grounds. They decided, however, that this was not such a good idea, after a very close call with Filch's cat, Mrs. Norris. Their liaisons were not, as one might expect, merely an excuse to kiss each other senseless. In fact, more often than not, they would just sit up talking to each other. Whether it be childhood memories, hopes for the future or amusing anecdotes, they would talk to each other for hours at a time. The only thing they didn't discuss was family. Draco still found it difficult to talk about his family, as he didn't want to sound ungrateful or disrespectful to his father, even to Varina. Varina herself was secretly glad that Draco found his family a sensitive subject as it meant she didn't need to talk about hers.

Although Varina felt she could open up to Draco, almost as much as she could to Harry now, she still didn't think she should divulge the truth about her family to Draco. Harry, Ron and Hermione were the only ones who knew she was Sirius' daughter. Even though Hermione and Ron knew Sirius was innocent, Varina only felt comfortable discussing him with Harry. She had found she could tell him anything. Except, of course, that she was seeing Draco.

One night, Varina lay in bed, thinking about this. It was early, and she had just returned from the common room, where she had been for the last two hours. It was a cold night, so Draco and Varina had opted to stay inside by the warm fire. They had sat together those two hours, in a tender embrace, talking. Draco had wanted to hear all about Varina's childhood, in America. Varina was not overly-keen on the subject; she had never really felt like she had a home over there, never felt settled. But, Draco wanted to know, so she told him. He had been amazed to hear that Varina could apparate. Varina smiled to herself as she recalled his expression when she had told him.

"But...but you're not old enough!" he had said, amazed.

"Maybe not here, but you can take your test at 16 rather than 17 over there."

"16? That's so unfair! I have to wait another two months before I'm old enough!"

"Well, what can I say? It's just different laws isn't it? It's like the wizard equivalent of driving, I suppose. You can drive at 16 in America, but you have to be 18 here."

"It's still not fair."

"Oh, shut up, Draco! You sound like a spoilt three-year old!" she had said,laughing at his indignation.

They had moved off the subject and came to talk about how Draco had nearly been sent to Durmstrang.
"Well, I'm very glad your mother loves you so much!" she had said after hearing the story. He had just laughed softly and pulled her closer to him, lightly kissing her forehead.

From Durmstrang, they moved on to the Triwizard Tournament in fourth year, and Draco had told Varina all about it, and also about how Durmstrang and Beauxbatons had stayed at the school during the tournament. Varina's mother had attended Beauxbatons, and Varina herself had been on the list to attend, but because her mother moved them to America she never went.

"Wow," Draco had said after hearing this, "We both nearly went to foreign schools. It's probably best that we didn't go, though, or we'd never have met. Plus neither of us speak the local language."

"Speak for yourself!" she had replied, "I can speak perfect French!"

"Really?" he had asked, amazed.

"Mais, oui! Bien sûr!" she replied, smiling as Draco's eyes widened in amazement. "My mother was French. She brought me up to be bilingual."

"Well, you're just full of surprises aren't you?" he had said, smiling.

"You have no idea," she replied teasingly. He had laughed and kissed her softly. They had then kissed more passionately for a few minutes, before deciding to go back to bed.

Varina lay there, staring at the ceiling, going through their conversations that night. She felt even closer to Draco after that night. But no matter how close they got, she would never tell him about her father; that was strictly between herself and Harry. Varina felt guilty about keeping secrets from Draco, but she knew he would never fully understand. Not like Harry did. She still felt it was best to keep the fact that she and Harry were such good friends quiet. Draco would not be pleased if he knew that.

One Saturday, Draco asked Varina if she wanted to go down to the Quidditch pitch with him. She told him she couldn't as she had homework to do and would be going to the library that afternoon. In actual fact, the reason she was going to the library was to meet Harry. She hated lying to Draco, but she had already told Harry she would go. Plus, he had told her he had a surprise to give her. So, shortly after lunch was over, she made her way to the library.

"Hi, Harry!" she said brightly, as she made her way over to their usual table, where Harry was already sitting.
"Hey, Reeny! How've you been?" he asked brightly.
"Oh, you know, not bad. A little cold, but that's just the weather for you."
"Tell me about it," he said smiling. He then reached into his bag and pulled something out and hid it under the table. Varina saw this.
"What's that you're hiding?" she asked, though she had a pretty good idea.
"Your surprise," answered Harry, grinning, "Close your eyes and I'll give it to you."
Draco had planned on getting in some extra Quidditch practise before Slytherin's next match. He had finished lunch early to get as much time as possible, and headed out to the pitch. Not long after he had started flying, however, he had to give up and go back in; it had started raining. Reluctantly he trudged back to the castle, scowling at the increasingly heavy rain as he went.
He reached the common room and put his broom away in the dorms and came back down to the common room. He sat for a few minutes, with the other sixth years, but finding their conversation extremely dull, he decided he would go and find Varina. Surely they'd be alright to talk in the library. Anything she had to say was bound to be far more interesting than what the others were talking about. He got up out of his seat, excused himself and made his way to the library.
Varina held out her hands, eyes closed, as Harry handed her a heavy object.
"Can I open my eyes?" she asked.
"Go ahead." Varina slowly opened her eyes and looked at what Harry had given her. It was a large book. She looked at him questioningly and opened it. The title page read,

"For Varina, A Scrap Book of Sirius Black".

Hands shaking with anticipation, she turned the page. Inside were copies of letters from Sirius, photographs and all sorts of little memorabilia to do with her father. Varina's eyes filled with tears as she flipped through.
"I made copies of all the pictures and letters I had and I asked around, to see if anyone else had things of his. I would've liked to keep them, but I figured that your need was greater. I've got letters and things from him, but you barely knew him and he's your father after all," Harry said as she was looking at it.
She finally looked up, her blue eyes filled with tears.
"Oh, Harry, I love it!" she said, trying not to let her tears fall, "It's the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me! Thank you, so much!"
Draco entered the library and glanced around, looking for Varina. He couldn't see her. He turned to go out when he heard her voice. There was no mistaking that distinct accent. She was sat a table in the far corner, which explained why he couldn't see her. The table was behind a bookcase. He approached and heard her talking. She was thanking someone. Who was she with? He peered through the shelves, where a book was missing, and saw her...
Varina dried her eyes and leaned over to Harry, wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug.
"Thank you," she whispered in his ear.
She loosened her grip a little to look into his startlingly green eyes. She smiled at him and planted a kiss on his cheek, before hugging him again. She felt safe and warm in Harry's embrace and relished it, holding on for at least a minute. Eventually she let go and out of the corner of her eye she saw a swish of robes turning the corner as someone walked away.